Shiva, Shiva! ! Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Thou the supreme god,
Of all the gods,
Who dances eternally,
With skulls round thy neck,
Serpants adorning
Your chest, tangled hair,
Dancing over the burial groun,
With thine ghouls subjects,
Thy rule was so divine,
Thy anger so unbearable,
Thy third eye shut moastly
Thou must make thy presence,
Once more for our bleessings
We await eternally,
For thine devine appearance,
Once more thou must
Do thy dance in this world
Again for our bereaved souls.